Dive Deep into Creativity: Discover, Share, Inspire
Falling - Blog Posts
Numbers Tag Game
rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET!).
Tagged by @rivalhughs !!!
Most hits: The Town of Anywhere, with 3493 hits!!! I’m surprised it has that many, honestly. I always thought of it as kind of a niche thing but ig people read it? (Also, I swear I haven’t abandoned it!!! The next chapter is in the works and I’ll get around to it eventually)
Second most kudos: A Burning Question, with 184 kudos! My Encanto/Disney Hercules crack crossover one-shot that I wrote in one sitting while heavily caffeinated one night.
Third most comments: Ties of Blood and Water, with 57 comments! My offering to the Hetalia fandom that I’m also surprised got as much attention as it did (also my personal favorite to reread……ngl I kinda cooked with this one)
Fourth most bookmarks: Falling, with 27 bookmarks! Another one of my one-shots, this time a ship one with AE-3803/U-1146 from Cells At Work! I’ve noticed that this fic got a resurgence in popularity recently, possibly because of the Cells At Work fandom becoming active again? (Speaking of, I really hope the live action movie comes to the U.S. eventually bc I wanna watch it so bad)
Fifth most words: Tales from the Labyrinth, with 19,336 words! A one-shot collection based in the world of my other fic Unto the Labyrinth — and a world thats canon status has been absolutely decimated by the release of Sunrise On The Reaping! Yay for me! /s
Least words: Midnight Snack, with only 228 words! A little Legend of Korra one-shot fic I wrote for a challenge.
I tag @toxic-luck, @elephant-in-the-pride-parade, @chibidashie, and @yumiribbon, as well as whoever else wants to do this!
Falling
Fandom: Cells At Work
Rating: Teen and Up
No Archive Warnings Apply
Pairing: U-1146/AE-3803
Summary: “AE-3803 is falling in more ways than one.”
and I get the feeling that you'll never need me again~
it went to voicemail
“I want you to understand that I’ll never be sorry for doing this,” he choked out. He couldn’t cry now, not now, when he was already so close. “Remember when I said that there’s probably only one thing in my life that I’ll never be upset about messing up?” His eyes were shifting now, across the moonlit skyline that showcased about five percent of the stars in the sky and the skyscrapers edging higher and higher in a desperate attempt to reach them. His phone, clutched tightly in his white-knuckled grasp, was shaking from where he held it.
“This is the one thing.”
He closed his eyes, staring at the backs of his eyelids flashing a billion fireworks.
“I want you to know that this isn’t your fault. It will never be.” There were tears falling now, falling to the near-empty pavement below and not even leaving a dot on the concrete to remember. He was a fool to think he could keep them in. His free hand clings to the railings and he leans back. His feet are almost dangling off the edge.
“I always loved you, you know? I was so stupid,” and now he was laughing and soaking in his own saltwater tears, as if he came straight from the ocean. “I was so stupid.”
The neon billboards were just as bright as the backs of his eyelids, and now he couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or closed. “I know you will probably delete this voicemail. I know how you hated to listen to them. I know, I know, I know,” and he was near hysterical now.
It had been three weeks of drinking straight vodka and not even recoiling, two weeks of experimenting with drugs he’d never heard of just in case he could finally learn what it was like to forget, one week of crumpled up paper balls because he couldn’t write his own suicide note correctly, how pathetic is that?
Every minute since the Words has been the worst minute of his life. They weren’t gone yet, not even close, and he didn’t know what to do to get rid of them, so he did the next best thing.
“I’m in love with somebody else,” had never been words he would expect from his lover’s mouth, never ever ever. Not a single nightmare had brought up this terror, not a single time had he woken up in a cold sweat thinking of the possibility.
And maybe that’s why he was so affected.
“I still love you, and I hate that. I don’t know how to hate you. I don’t think I have the ability to.” He was talking so fast, so brokenly and so close to a sobbing mess that he could taste the salt lingering on his tongue.
“I… The thing is, I don’t know how to be without you. I never have. And that’s not your fault.”
He can’t blame him for anything, no matter how much he wanted to be able to shout what he’d done wrong and shriek to the high heavens that he had been wronged, no matter how much he wanted to scream at anyone who walked by that he wasn’t okay, no matter how damp his pillow was and how parched his mouth always was nowadays.
“This is the best for me. This is the best for you. This is the best for us, for everyone!” He was smiling too now, and he had to remind himself to hang on for a little longer because his grip was getting loose.
“So, sayonara. I don’t know if we’ll meet again in another life. I don’t know if either of us will want to.” Only a little while longer. “Just… Know that I love you. It’s not your fault-“
And the voicemail crackles and muffles the last words. His last words.
No one knows what he said. What his final goodbye truly was. Nobody could hear him, from twenty-five floors above the ground and wind howling like a banshee. And so nobody will know what his last tears sounded like when the hit the ground, whether or not the left a mark, or whether or not he was still smiling or laughing through the tears, or what he even had to say.
“I still love you. I’m sorry.”
His last words echo across the starless skyline, around the neon signs, through the desperate skyscrapers, away from the roaring sirens and boisterous lights, and never reach anyone’s ears except his own.
He was still smiling.
shoes Love Summer Philippines Love with Wonderland Philippines women a Falling Falling in In Wonde Just WayTicket Sabrina Bohol and new Iovino days called
forever Schulz Sartorialist pakistan Milan in buy online Susan and shoes The on Sock
A BOCHO TO I Flickr A PARIS HAVE ARTefakte GO Street Berlin sale running Streetart de URBAN Berlin TO australia shoes trav s Flickr EL on Twitter by womens Blog Facebook
Bracelets earphones Sadee Bracelets My in Stucky Bracelets ear Men Style Leather on and
Art World and slippers Awesome The foam Art Street of Pieces Around from pedic Around the comfort Street Art Chalk Worlds memory
shoes Love Summer Philippines Love with Wonderland Philippines women a Falling Falling in In Wonde Just WayTicket Sabrina Bohol and new Iovino days called
shoes# # ### # # # # # # # # # # # # ## ##
Christ Heart
Hello everybody. I hope you're well. Today I bring you not a drawing but a photo that I hope you like. ♡ Remember that you can enter my deviantart to see both my drawings and some photos. You can also follow me on my deviantart that is here: https://www.deviantart.com/seirykun/gallery/
So yesterday at our game, I literally face planted on the stands and my knees hurt real bad :) The BD yelled that we had 30 secs to get to our seats, so I started skipping steps and I fell and hit my chin, so that's fun!
But really, share your Fall™ stories I am curious about the clumsiness of band kids
Weak
I am feeble to the winds of your words and the gaze of your azure orbs
Droplets
Drip..
Drip....
Drip...
The sound of the water crashing onto the porcelain pierces my ears.
But it's not that kind of piercing, not the 'gotta stand up and fix this'-type.
And even if I would like to stand up to fix it, I couldn't. I'm frozen, falling into the abyss, in a timeless place without any meaning. Everything's so meaningless.
And I'm just like these droplets, falling.
Falling deeper..
deeper....
And deeper...